I've been trying to bury all my secrets in the backyard
There's so much filth on my palms
and under my nails
And the ghosts of things I've done keep coming back from the dead to haunt me

I keep saying that I'm sorry
I say it over and over
several times a day
I say I'm sorry to my friends
my enemies
I say I'm sorry to a god I don't believe in
Sorry to the world
And to myself

My heavy mind weighs down my spine,
bending it into an accordion
and I hear the breath wheeze from in between my broken ribs
with every step I try to take

I can't see anything
My memories have all turned white
A blank screen with nothing but a backlight
and the screeching sound of feedback

Douse me in bruises
There are already so many on my heart, it's full of calluses and minor abrasions
Blue is the color I bleed
and it runs through my body,
and out through my tears